the old life
November 6. 1999
I woke up today at the insanely early hour of 8:30 am. Actually, it wasn't entirely voluntary, it was helped partly by my dear mother doing her little "rise and shine" routine. I rolled over and reflected on the fact that had I been at school , I would have been asleep for another three hours or so. But my time here was limited, so I rolled out and kicked myself for once again sleeping with my contacts in my eyes.
First stop was the Lebanon Farmer's Market, A Lebanon County Tradition. All cheese aside, I love the place. My parents go there every Saturday to pick up various foods and such, and I went along to check out how my pottery was faring at Mamie's Pantry. I've had fairly good success so far, and it's great exposure because so many people go through the farmer's market. It's also my first experience selling on consignment. The guy who's selling them for me loves my work, which always a good thing. I've sold three pieces so far, including a large one that I never in a million years thought I would sell. Greg told me he's gotten a lot of inquiries from many different people and places, so I'm stoked, as they say. ;)
hm. Maybe I can make a living off of this art schtick.
Anyway, had a generally fun time at the Farmer's Market. Because my parents are such regular customers there, all the merchants greeted them by name and scrutinized me and asked, "Is this the daughter home from college?" Apparently most of them know I am going to art school in Philadelphia. It seems like my parents were so busting with pride that they have to tell everyone...heh.
My parents got their usual fare of veggies, fruits and salads from the Mennonites, the usual coffee and pastries, and sausage at S. Clyde Weaver's. I got a garlic soft pretzel and shared some extremely delicious spicy turkey jerky with my Dad. As I nearly broke my teeth trying to tear off a piece of it, I thought about all my vegetarian friends and how they would react to me tearing into a piece of dried meat like an animal. Long live carnivores.
I think Joni Mitchell was right when she sang, "You don't know what you got til it's gone." I didn't realize until I left it, but Lebanon really is a nice, half decent place to live in. True, it may be 100% white. True, it may be a Republican, conservative, Pennsylvania Dutch kind of town. But when you walk down the streets, you don't have to worry about getting mugged. You don't have to worry about walking alone at night. You don't have to check your bags at the door when you walk into the Farmer's Market. People know your name. They're nice to you. The honor system is used, and it works.
But there are obviously things that I want that Lebanon doesn't have. Tower Records megastores are not found in Lebanon. Neither are any museum or art galleries to speak of. And diversity of any kind? Forget it. There are trade offs in every situation. I just didn't realize until now what I had given up when I went to live in Philadelphia.
Dream Theater - A Change of Seasons (1995)
Well, my conversion is complete. I have joined the dark side. I am in love with this band. My mommy offered to buy me a CD, how could I resist? Anyway, this one is kewl. I'm especially taken by the live covers of Funeral for a Friend and Love Lies Bleeding, since I've been a huge Elton John fan since I was born. The big opus on here, A Change of Seasons (23 minute song? how cool is that?) is also quite good. The lyrics rock the most, I think. Now I need to see them live. I hafta.
Theater, A Change of Seasons
food: these weird skull shaped lollipops left over from Halloween
sight: Saving Private Ryan
random: I can't watch that movie. It's too disturbing
Don't it always seem to go / that you don't know what you got til it's gone
- Big Yellow Taxi, Joni Mitchell
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